morning window and my morning voice
This stage of motherhood is so physically exhausting.
The complaints breed if I give them voice.
These things I do not want to forget.
It is sweet here.
A recovering magnolia uncurls new leaves outside my kitchen window.
We have kumquats.
We have banana nut bread.
We have daisies by the fish pond.
Vegetables grow in our garden.
Butter is in the bell.
The one red strawberry tastes like summer and sugar
and a secret from the birds.
It is right to voice thanks today.